Yan Li originally thought that Wen Shanbai would destroy the runes left by her master, but he didn't mention it until the two returned to the cave.
As if he didn't care at all.
It wasn't until she was tricked into that secret room by him once again that Yan Li truly realized that he was really good at pretending.
"Little White, don't you think it's a bit cold here?"
Yan Li watched helplessly as Wen Shanbai untied the headband, then grabbed her wrist and wrapped it around her little by little, unable to resist the urge to struggle.
"Is Ali cold?"
Wen Shanbai seemed to have seen through Yan Li's thoughts. He thoughtfully tied a bow with the end of the hairband, bound her hands tightly, and then pulled her hands to his neck. "Don't worry, you won't be cold in a little while."
As he spoke, he kissed Yan Li's lips, transferring blood between her lips when she was completely unprepared.
Perhaps only at times like these can he be sure that she is by his side.
Yan Li was still reeling from Wen Shanbai's raucous words: ? ? ?
The moment she tasted blood, she naively thought it was just a peculiar little quirk of Wen Shanbai's, until the person in front of her had eyes that looked like a wolf with green light, and that familiar heat swept over her, and she suddenly realized.
How could she forget that this person's blood is 'poisonous'?
Almost instantly, Yan Li subconsciously turned her head, wanting to vomit, but Wen Shanbai wouldn't give her the chance. He pinched her chin again and kissed her lightly.
"Ah Li~"
He whispered, like a highly skilled fox spirit, bewitching her and leaving her no time to think, causing her to fall into the abyss of love with him, sinking deeper and deeper...
…*…
Yan Li once thought that Wen Shanbai didn't have many years left to live, but later realized that she was overthinking it.
Three years later, looking at Wen Shanbai, whose physique had become increasingly robust, she seriously suspected that this man must know some unknown martial arts techniques.
But whenever she tried to ask a question, before she could even open her mouth, Wen Shanbai would look at her innocently as if he could read her mind, and then pick up the hairband and tie it up.
And this time is no exception.
The Wen Shanbai before her was nowhere near his former weakling self. As expected, Yan Li, who had been lost in thought for a while, fell into his trap again.
"So, Ah Li still secretly hoped for my death?"
"What a pity! With Ah Li here, I can't bear to part with her. Why don't you let Ah Li satisfy me first? Maybe I'll die in Ah Li's bed?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, which sounded like a seductive charm to Yan Li's ears, and the words he spoke were even bolder and more unrestrained.
Yan Li, whose waist was pinched and eyes covered: "..."
She wasn't sure if he would die in her bed, but she was certain that if he continued to "make a scene" like this without restraint, she would die in his bed.
Thinking this, she leaned back slightly, creating some distance between them, and before Wen Shanbai could react, she asked, "Wen Ci, do you want to learn the art of immortality?"
Her words came so suddenly that Wen Shanbai was caught off guard and stared at her blankly, his heart trembling slightly.
The secret to immortality?
Seeing that Wen Shanbai did not object, Yan Li paused for a moment and continued, "Perhaps I can teach you some immortal techniques to prolong your life."
Looking at Yan Li, whose eyes still held a hint of expectation, Wen Shanbai's fingers tightened slightly, as if lost in some memory. After a pause, she lowered her eyes slightly.
"But back then he said I had no foundation..."
Clearly, Fu Yun's words back then still stung Wen Shanbai's heart.
At least that's how Yan Li sees it.
"Master just said it casually. He didn't even take your pulse, how could he know?"
Having finally found a different way of getting along, how could Yan Li give up so easily? She continued:
"Besides, your health has improved a lot in the past few years, so there might be some surprises."
Although the hope is slim, it is not necessarily hopeless.
Wen Shanbai's previously lowered eyes brightened again, and soon he lowered his head and kissed Yan Li's lips once more:
"I agree to Ali's request, but it's already late tonight, and we can't rush the cultivation process. How about Ali teaches me again tomorrow?"
Although he asked the question, he did not give Yan Li a chance to refuse.
Yan Li, who ultimately couldn't escape this calamity, was speechless.
For so long, down in the abyss, day and night, it has been the same color, and it's already getting late?
She really underestimated Wen Shanbai's lustful nature.
…*…
After a period of recuperation, Yan Li's spiritual power was finally restored. She summoned Xuan Shuang, performed a set of sword moves, and then broke off a wooden strip from the side and handed it to Wen Shanbai.
"Here, come with me, let's do it together once."
Yan Li taught her the sword moves that Fu Yun had first taught her, which were also the moves she had practiced the longest and were the least likely to make mistakes with.
She had a brilliant idea: to wear down Wen Shanbai's stamina through sword practice. Wen Shanbai cooperated perfectly, practicing in a very professional manner.
This training lasted for three hours.
But Yan Li didn't know that Wen Shanbai's attention wasn't on the sword moves, but on her.
Watching Yan Li wield the Xuan Shuang sword with such agility, he felt as if a ray of light was shining on her. She was undeniably beautiful, beautiful to the extreme.
It was so beautiful that he felt he was too despicable and inferior to be seen in the light of day.
But he couldn't control himself, nor did he want to.
No one ever really cared about him, about his life, or about whether he could live.
She shouldn't have been so good to him.
Yan Li was unaware of Wen Shanbai's inner thoughts; he only stopped after swinging the staff a thousand times.
She thought Wen Shanbai would collapse from exhaustion due to the high intensity of the training, but when she turned around, she found that he had only sweated a little and did not seem to be in any discomfort.
Yan Li: How come you don't look tired at all, but even more excited?
Wen Shanbai tossed aside the wooden stick in his hand and quickly squatted down, looking somewhat tired: "Ali, I'm so tired."
If Yan Li hadn't witnessed this scene with her own eyes, she might still believe it, but now, if she did, she would be truly foolish.
She stepped forward, raised her foot, and kicked him, saying, "If you keep pretending, you won't be allowed in bed for a month; you'll have to sleep on the floor."
Upon hearing this, Wen Shanbai instantly perked up, grabbed Yan Li's hand, and asked with a slightly serious tone, "If I don't pretend, can I do it?"
Clearly, Wen Shanbai had seen through her intentions long ago.
Yan Li sheathed the Xuan Shuang sword, pulled her hand away from Wen Shanbai's grasp, turned and walked into the cave, replying without the slightest guilt:
"cannot."
"You must abstain from sex for the next three months and diligently practice the techniques I'm teaching you."
Wen Shanbai looked at his empty hand, then glanced at the wooden strip beside him, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a slight smile.
Three months is too long.
He can't stand it for that long.
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